Survived a turbulent (productive) therapy session.
Appreciated the hella fat glowing moon.
Met four gorgeous and amazing queer women on the dance floor.
Did not drink.
Wore really gaudy earrings. And crimped hair.
Laughed so hard I cried.
Gained a new sense of hope.
Fell asleep while masturbating, laughing exausted, exclaiming:
I found the dykes!